Title: Fated
Author: Miss T
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Romance/Dark/Fluff/Muuuuuush!
Warnings: Slash, Character Death, Violence
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Timeline: 7th year
A/N: This is my first attempt at something a bit darker to my previous fics – its not incredibly dark right enough, but it does have death in it and a lot of violence and drug references so… *shrugs* oo, and some sexual situations between two guys. So if that offends you, don't read! Consider yourself warned! Oh, and this story has been based on a sort of Romeo/Juliet (mostly from the movie) romance type… thing. :)
CHAPTER 5 – Precarious Vengeance
Draco sat on his own bed again, looking around his room happily as it was free of his mothers belongings and once again his own.
He smiled and peered out of his window at the afternoon sky, the clouds looming around lethargically in the distance.
"Harry Potter…" He muttered to himself as he lay back onto his bed, closing his eyes as the softness of his sheets embraced him with warmth. He giggled and opened his eyes again, idly stroking the chain around his neck. He thought about Harry's words last night – the way Harry tasted on his lips and how long he had been waiting for that moment to arrive – and it finally did. As much as Draco hated to admit it, it was like an explosion of fireworks. He wasn't usually one for romantic tendencies but he felt different now. *I can't possibly love Potter!* He thought to himself, frowning, but managing to maintain a grin none the less.
He looked down at his necklace, and thought about the exchanged words…
/I'll stay with you… and you'll stay with me./
*Forever.* Draco thought to himself. Maybe love was possible. Maybe not rational, or reliable or any of these blunt aspects Draco always seemed to hate, but possible. And possibility was a good thing.
~~~*~~~
Harry felt blind rage wash over him as he stalked through the corridors after Blaise, blood all over his hands… smeared on his face, his robes… no thought in his head was coherent – he only knew one thing – he wanted Blaise Zabini dead.
Clutching his wand he ignored everyone he pushed past, or pushed over, face red, stern and murderous.
His heart stopped as he saw a head with long black hair whip round a corridor – robes flowing behind him – he was running wildly. Harry picked up his pace and panted as he ran after Blaise, sweat dripping down his forehead and mingling with Ron's blood on his brow.
"ZABINI!!!" He screamed, causing a few huddled Hufflepuffs beside a statue to jump in shocked horror.
Harry was vaguely aware that a few students were running behind him, crying hysterically and telling him to stop, but he didn't care. He was after the creature that had killed his best friend.
"Zabini…" He hissed, when Harry had finally rounded the black haired boy into a corner.
Blaise was looking terrified, his eyes shifting around nervously, his face contorted into an uneasy scowl. "Potter?" He muttered, his hands shaking.
Harry stepped in closer to Blaise, pointing his wand directly at his heart. His head was buzzing – all he could see was Ron… Ron's white dead face, the blood… so much blood… he never even realised that he still had tears running down his face.
"Get out of my way, Potter!!" Blaise stammered, fiddling in his own pockets and trying to reach his wand.
"YOU KILLED MY BEST FRIEND!!" Harry roared, feeling his head shake with the loudness of his own voice. Blaise inhaled sharply, dropping his retrieved wand to the floor.
"I… I… I didn't mean… I…" He stammered, gripping onto the wall behind him. "HE DESERVED IT!" He roared eventually, diving a hand into his pocket.
"He DESERVED it, Potter!!" Blaise sneered, stepping in close and pointing his wand at Harry. "And YOU deserve it too – FUCKING VERMIN!!" He screamed.
Harry suddenly dropped to his knees, sobbing hysterically, letting the pain of Ron's death wash over him. He clutched onto Blaise's wand, pressing it onto his forehead where his scar lay.
"Be a true Slytherin!" He wailed through clenched teeth, tears streaming from his eyes. "You're supposed to hate Gryffindors! DO WHAT IS WORTH OF YOUUUU!!!" He yelled, his voice cracking up and down. Blaise stood there, stunned, his hand shaking under the pressure of Harry's fingers clasped around his wand.
"SO BE IT - have me rest with my best friend!! EITHER I KILL YOU OR I MUST DIE WITH HIM!!!" Harry howled, clutching onto the wand shakily as his tears mingled with the blood on his face.
Blaise stared at him incredulously, slowly prying his wand away from Harry's grip.
Harry whimpered fiercely, causing Blaise to flinch. Without thinking, he whipped Harry's wand out of his hand and ran away from the corner. Harry snarled in frustration and ran after him, gripping onto the back of his robes, but failing to catch him.
Harry scrambled to the floor desperately reaching for his wand, and pointed it directly at Blaise's back.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!!!!" He screamed into the air. A flash of light zoomed out of Harry's wand, causing him to jump backwards as if being electrocuted. It rapidly struck Blaise on the back, who froze suddenly and landed with a heavy thump on the ground.
Harry panted, whining and wheezing, his head a spin. He was grinding his teeth together as stray students in the corridors fled in hysterics into classrooms and away from him. But Blaise still lay there on the ground… cold and still. Dead.
Harry's lips quivered and he looked around tensely, the corridor was empty and all he could hear was the sharp panting breaths protruding from his own mouth. Panicking and shoving his wand back into his pocket, he ran as fast as his legs could take him.
~~~*~~~
Hermione rocked back and forth in her seat, sobbing into her hands. She was very aware of the fact that she was in hysterics in front of her head of house and headmaster of the school – but nobody – not even Dumbledore, could comfort her now.
"Take this, Miss Granger." McGonagall said softly as she handed Hermione a small cup of steaming green liquid. Hermione looked at the cup for a couple of seconds before downing the entire lot. At once her shakes began to ware off, and the tears stopped. She sat back in the chair, her face white, her eyes glazed over in pain.
"There, there." Professor McGonagall soothed as she sat down on a chair beside her.
Hermione, McGonagall and Snape sat in Dumbledore's office silently as the headmaster sat at his desk, not a trace of a twinkle left in his eye.
"Miss Granger if you would like to tell us what you saw." Snape said icily, peering over at Hermione.
Hermione frowned, and took in an agonising breath. "Ron…" She gasped, closing her eyes. "Ron and Zabini were fighting. It… it got out of hand." She whimpered.
Snape snorted and glowered over at her. "Yes, well. We know that Miss Granger."
"Severus…" Dumbledore finally spoke, his voice grave and firm. Snape pursed his lips and turned to the headmaster.
"Now, Hermione, we all know that this is very difficult for you. Very difficult indeed." Dumbledore said softly, as Hermione continued to look into space palely.
"But it is imperative that you tell us exactly what you saw – we don't want to go round blaming the wrong people, now." He said again, trying to catch Hermione's eye.
Hermione looked at him and immediately felt her eyes fill up with tears again while she told the whole tale with a watery frown. "… and then I fainted, and I don't know what Harry done after that… presumably ran after Blaise, I don't know…" At this last sentence, her throat seized up and she gave a horrified howl. "Oh, Professor! Harry… he was only angry about… about his best friend! He wasn't in his right mind, please… he… he…" Hermione stammered, her voice trembling.
"That is enough, Miss Granger." Dumbledore smiled weakly, as McGonagall helped Hermione up and to the door. "Take her to the hospital wing, Severus." She said as she handed Hermione's arm to Snape's reproachful grip.
~~~*~~~
Harry peered into the hospital wing, looking over at Hermione's still form, lying silently on a bed. Her eyes were open and she was staring at the ceiling.
"Hermione?" He whispered from the doorway.
Hermione jerked up and looked out into the darkness. "Who's there?" She mumbled.
"It's me." Harry stepped out from underneath his invisibility cloak, and sat on the edge of Hermione's bed.
"Harry…!" She breathed, clutching at her covers. "Oh, Harry… you're OK!"
Harry choked and looked down, forcing back his tears. "I went back to the dorms to get this when everyone was called to the meeting in the Great Hall. Before that I just snaked around on the Grounds, not really knowing where to go…" He mumbled, fiddling with the threads of his cloak.
"Oh, Harry." Hermione whimpered, crawling over to him and wrapping her arms around him. He let out an agonizing wail and wept quietly on her shoulder. "What's going to happen to me, Herm?" He spluttered.
Hermione let go of him, holding onto his shoulders and narrowing her eyes. "Nothing is going to happen to you, Harry. Not while I have anything to do with it." She said firmly.
"But… but I'm going to be sent to Azkaban!" He whispered, his face red with tears.
Hermione sighed and looked down. "You're not. I know you're not."
Harry frowned. "How do you know? Hermione? Hermione look at me!" Harry hissed, trying to catch his best friend's eye.
"They… Dumbledore and McGonagall… had a meeting with Fudge earlier. I overheard them while waiting for my interview. They all agreed that it was a tragic accident, and that you will not be questioned by the authorities." She whispered quietly, continuing to stare at the bed.
"But… but… I killed someone, Herm. I killed a man! They can't just let me get away with that… it's too… wait, it's because of who I am, isn't it?" Harry choked, grasping onto Hermione's arms.
Hermione nodded and frowned, tears streaming from her eyes. "But that's not all, Harry." She murmured, sniffing.
Harry felt his heart stop. "What?" He asked shortly, his voice hollow.
"They're expelling you." Hermione blurted, snapping her head back up and looking at Harry's startled expression.
"Expel me?" He gasped. "Expulsion? But… but Hogwart's is my home… I… I can't… I'd rather be dead than expelled, Hermione! Where am I supposed to go? Back to the Dursley's?!" He grabbed Hermione's shoulders tighter, wringing her helplessly.
"Harry! Harry calm down!" She gasped. "Keep your voice down!" She pointed to the small office on the other side of the room where Madame Pomfrey was.
"It's sorted, Harry. I already owled Sirius after Snape left me here. He's picking you up tomorrow morning." She whispered.
Harry felt his stomach churn. "Sirius knows? Does Dumbledore know about this?"
Hermione shook her head vigorously. "No, Harry. You're going to go home with Sirius and Lupin until this whole thing blows over. You have to, Harry, otherwise you're going to be in big trouble. I'm going to tell Dumbledore when you leave. He'll understand, don't worry – I'll make him understand. You have to lay low for a while. This will be all over The Prophet. Just… just promise me you'll go!"
Harry frowned and ran through everything in his head… he was expelled from Hogwarts… he had to lay low with his Godfather and his Godfather's best friend until everything was normal again, which could be an eternity for all he knew… then it hit him.
"Draco…" He whispered, looking out into the window.
"What?" Hermione asked, jerking back. "Draco?!"
Harry shook his head and just realised that he had thought out loud. He thumbed at the silver ring that lay on his middle finger. He would have to tell Hermione about Draco.
"Hermione." He said, placing both of his hands gently on her shoulders. "Before you jump into any wild conclusions…"
"You're in love with Draco Malfoy." She cut in, her voice surprisingly calm and aware.
Harry frowned and leaned back. "What?"
"Oh, come on Harry! Me and Ron saw you sneak out with Malfoy at the party." Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
Harry felt his face grow beetroot. "You… what?!" He asked again.
"You don't think I've noticed all those innocent little exchanges between you two for the past God knows how long? He's been practically drooling over you all year!" Hermione laughed thickly through her blocked nose.
"Well… I don't really know what to say." Harry breathed.
"Just tell me you'll meet Sirius at six in the Astronomy Tower." Hermione pleaded.
Harry's heart sank. "I was supposed to be meeting Draco there tonight." He sighed glumly.
Hermione nodded. "Harry, I love you. You'll do this for me – do this for Ron, Harry."
~~~*~~~
TBC
Author: Miss T
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Romance/Dark/Fluff/Muuuuuush!
Warnings: Slash, Character Death, Violence
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Timeline: 7th year
A/N: This is my first attempt at something a bit darker to my previous fics – its not incredibly dark right enough, but it does have death in it and a lot of violence and drug references so… *shrugs* oo, and some sexual situations between two guys. So if that offends you, don't read! Consider yourself warned! Oh, and this story has been based on a sort of Romeo/Juliet (mostly from the movie) romance type… thing. :)
CHAPTER 5 – Precarious Vengeance
Draco sat on his own bed again, looking around his room happily as it was free of his mothers belongings and once again his own.
He smiled and peered out of his window at the afternoon sky, the clouds looming around lethargically in the distance.
"Harry Potter…" He muttered to himself as he lay back onto his bed, closing his eyes as the softness of his sheets embraced him with warmth. He giggled and opened his eyes again, idly stroking the chain around his neck. He thought about Harry's words last night – the way Harry tasted on his lips and how long he had been waiting for that moment to arrive – and it finally did. As much as Draco hated to admit it, it was like an explosion of fireworks. He wasn't usually one for romantic tendencies but he felt different now. *I can't possibly love Potter!* He thought to himself, frowning, but managing to maintain a grin none the less.
He looked down at his necklace, and thought about the exchanged words…
/I'll stay with you… and you'll stay with me./
*Forever.* Draco thought to himself. Maybe love was possible. Maybe not rational, or reliable or any of these blunt aspects Draco always seemed to hate, but possible. And possibility was a good thing.
~~~*~~~
Harry felt blind rage wash over him as he stalked through the corridors after Blaise, blood all over his hands… smeared on his face, his robes… no thought in his head was coherent – he only knew one thing – he wanted Blaise Zabini dead.
Clutching his wand he ignored everyone he pushed past, or pushed over, face red, stern and murderous.
His heart stopped as he saw a head with long black hair whip round a corridor – robes flowing behind him – he was running wildly. Harry picked up his pace and panted as he ran after Blaise, sweat dripping down his forehead and mingling with Ron's blood on his brow.
"ZABINI!!!" He screamed, causing a few huddled Hufflepuffs beside a statue to jump in shocked horror.
Harry was vaguely aware that a few students were running behind him, crying hysterically and telling him to stop, but he didn't care. He was after the creature that had killed his best friend.
"Zabini…" He hissed, when Harry had finally rounded the black haired boy into a corner.
Blaise was looking terrified, his eyes shifting around nervously, his face contorted into an uneasy scowl. "Potter?" He muttered, his hands shaking.
Harry stepped in closer to Blaise, pointing his wand directly at his heart. His head was buzzing – all he could see was Ron… Ron's white dead face, the blood… so much blood… he never even realised that he still had tears running down his face.
"Get out of my way, Potter!!" Blaise stammered, fiddling in his own pockets and trying to reach his wand.
"YOU KILLED MY BEST FRIEND!!" Harry roared, feeling his head shake with the loudness of his own voice. Blaise inhaled sharply, dropping his retrieved wand to the floor.
"I… I… I didn't mean… I…" He stammered, gripping onto the wall behind him. "HE DESERVED IT!" He roared eventually, diving a hand into his pocket.
"He DESERVED it, Potter!!" Blaise sneered, stepping in close and pointing his wand at Harry. "And YOU deserve it too – FUCKING VERMIN!!" He screamed.
Harry suddenly dropped to his knees, sobbing hysterically, letting the pain of Ron's death wash over him. He clutched onto Blaise's wand, pressing it onto his forehead where his scar lay.
"Be a true Slytherin!" He wailed through clenched teeth, tears streaming from his eyes. "You're supposed to hate Gryffindors! DO WHAT IS WORTH OF YOUUUU!!!" He yelled, his voice cracking up and down. Blaise stood there, stunned, his hand shaking under the pressure of Harry's fingers clasped around his wand.
"SO BE IT - have me rest with my best friend!! EITHER I KILL YOU OR I MUST DIE WITH HIM!!!" Harry howled, clutching onto the wand shakily as his tears mingled with the blood on his face.
Blaise stared at him incredulously, slowly prying his wand away from Harry's grip.
Harry whimpered fiercely, causing Blaise to flinch. Without thinking, he whipped Harry's wand out of his hand and ran away from the corner. Harry snarled in frustration and ran after him, gripping onto the back of his robes, but failing to catch him.
Harry scrambled to the floor desperately reaching for his wand, and pointed it directly at Blaise's back.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!!!!" He screamed into the air. A flash of light zoomed out of Harry's wand, causing him to jump backwards as if being electrocuted. It rapidly struck Blaise on the back, who froze suddenly and landed with a heavy thump on the ground.
Harry panted, whining and wheezing, his head a spin. He was grinding his teeth together as stray students in the corridors fled in hysterics into classrooms and away from him. But Blaise still lay there on the ground… cold and still. Dead.
Harry's lips quivered and he looked around tensely, the corridor was empty and all he could hear was the sharp panting breaths protruding from his own mouth. Panicking and shoving his wand back into his pocket, he ran as fast as his legs could take him.
~~~*~~~
Hermione rocked back and forth in her seat, sobbing into her hands. She was very aware of the fact that she was in hysterics in front of her head of house and headmaster of the school – but nobody – not even Dumbledore, could comfort her now.
"Take this, Miss Granger." McGonagall said softly as she handed Hermione a small cup of steaming green liquid. Hermione looked at the cup for a couple of seconds before downing the entire lot. At once her shakes began to ware off, and the tears stopped. She sat back in the chair, her face white, her eyes glazed over in pain.
"There, there." Professor McGonagall soothed as she sat down on a chair beside her.
Hermione, McGonagall and Snape sat in Dumbledore's office silently as the headmaster sat at his desk, not a trace of a twinkle left in his eye.
"Miss Granger if you would like to tell us what you saw." Snape said icily, peering over at Hermione.
Hermione frowned, and took in an agonising breath. "Ron…" She gasped, closing her eyes. "Ron and Zabini were fighting. It… it got out of hand." She whimpered.
Snape snorted and glowered over at her. "Yes, well. We know that Miss Granger."
"Severus…" Dumbledore finally spoke, his voice grave and firm. Snape pursed his lips and turned to the headmaster.
"Now, Hermione, we all know that this is very difficult for you. Very difficult indeed." Dumbledore said softly, as Hermione continued to look into space palely.
"But it is imperative that you tell us exactly what you saw – we don't want to go round blaming the wrong people, now." He said again, trying to catch Hermione's eye.
Hermione looked at him and immediately felt her eyes fill up with tears again while she told the whole tale with a watery frown. "… and then I fainted, and I don't know what Harry done after that… presumably ran after Blaise, I don't know…" At this last sentence, her throat seized up and she gave a horrified howl. "Oh, Professor! Harry… he was only angry about… about his best friend! He wasn't in his right mind, please… he… he…" Hermione stammered, her voice trembling.
"That is enough, Miss Granger." Dumbledore smiled weakly, as McGonagall helped Hermione up and to the door. "Take her to the hospital wing, Severus." She said as she handed Hermione's arm to Snape's reproachful grip.
~~~*~~~
Harry peered into the hospital wing, looking over at Hermione's still form, lying silently on a bed. Her eyes were open and she was staring at the ceiling.
"Hermione?" He whispered from the doorway.
Hermione jerked up and looked out into the darkness. "Who's there?" She mumbled.
"It's me." Harry stepped out from underneath his invisibility cloak, and sat on the edge of Hermione's bed.
"Harry…!" She breathed, clutching at her covers. "Oh, Harry… you're OK!"
Harry choked and looked down, forcing back his tears. "I went back to the dorms to get this when everyone was called to the meeting in the Great Hall. Before that I just snaked around on the Grounds, not really knowing where to go…" He mumbled, fiddling with the threads of his cloak.
"Oh, Harry." Hermione whimpered, crawling over to him and wrapping her arms around him. He let out an agonizing wail and wept quietly on her shoulder. "What's going to happen to me, Herm?" He spluttered.
Hermione let go of him, holding onto his shoulders and narrowing her eyes. "Nothing is going to happen to you, Harry. Not while I have anything to do with it." She said firmly.
"But… but I'm going to be sent to Azkaban!" He whispered, his face red with tears.
Hermione sighed and looked down. "You're not. I know you're not."
Harry frowned. "How do you know? Hermione? Hermione look at me!" Harry hissed, trying to catch his best friend's eye.
"They… Dumbledore and McGonagall… had a meeting with Fudge earlier. I overheard them while waiting for my interview. They all agreed that it was a tragic accident, and that you will not be questioned by the authorities." She whispered quietly, continuing to stare at the bed.
"But… but… I killed someone, Herm. I killed a man! They can't just let me get away with that… it's too… wait, it's because of who I am, isn't it?" Harry choked, grasping onto Hermione's arms.
Hermione nodded and frowned, tears streaming from her eyes. "But that's not all, Harry." She murmured, sniffing.
Harry felt his heart stop. "What?" He asked shortly, his voice hollow.
"They're expelling you." Hermione blurted, snapping her head back up and looking at Harry's startled expression.
"Expel me?" He gasped. "Expulsion? But… but Hogwart's is my home… I… I can't… I'd rather be dead than expelled, Hermione! Where am I supposed to go? Back to the Dursley's?!" He grabbed Hermione's shoulders tighter, wringing her helplessly.
"Harry! Harry calm down!" She gasped. "Keep your voice down!" She pointed to the small office on the other side of the room where Madame Pomfrey was.
"It's sorted, Harry. I already owled Sirius after Snape left me here. He's picking you up tomorrow morning." She whispered.
Harry felt his stomach churn. "Sirius knows? Does Dumbledore know about this?"
Hermione shook her head vigorously. "No, Harry. You're going to go home with Sirius and Lupin until this whole thing blows over. You have to, Harry, otherwise you're going to be in big trouble. I'm going to tell Dumbledore when you leave. He'll understand, don't worry – I'll make him understand. You have to lay low for a while. This will be all over The Prophet. Just… just promise me you'll go!"
Harry frowned and ran through everything in his head… he was expelled from Hogwarts… he had to lay low with his Godfather and his Godfather's best friend until everything was normal again, which could be an eternity for all he knew… then it hit him.
"Draco…" He whispered, looking out into the window.
"What?" Hermione asked, jerking back. "Draco?!"
Harry shook his head and just realised that he had thought out loud. He thumbed at the silver ring that lay on his middle finger. He would have to tell Hermione about Draco.
"Hermione." He said, placing both of his hands gently on her shoulders. "Before you jump into any wild conclusions…"
"You're in love with Draco Malfoy." She cut in, her voice surprisingly calm and aware.
Harry frowned and leaned back. "What?"
"Oh, come on Harry! Me and Ron saw you sneak out with Malfoy at the party." Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
Harry felt his face grow beetroot. "You… what?!" He asked again.
"You don't think I've noticed all those innocent little exchanges between you two for the past God knows how long? He's been practically drooling over you all year!" Hermione laughed thickly through her blocked nose.
"Well… I don't really know what to say." Harry breathed.
"Just tell me you'll meet Sirius at six in the Astronomy Tower." Hermione pleaded.
Harry's heart sank. "I was supposed to be meeting Draco there tonight." He sighed glumly.
Hermione nodded. "Harry, I love you. You'll do this for me – do this for Ron, Harry."
~~~*~~~
TBC
